Triumph

Like a bird I fly high

Allowing my wings to soar over high grounds and faceless norms.

If you could build a village for a day, what would it stand for?

What would be your resource to claim?

They say most can manage off a slice of bread a day.

But to feed an entire town would cost you more than you could make.

So again what resource will be your stoke to claim?

The world nurtures your stress with the money dream.

‘All will get better if only you knew a money scheme.’ they say.

Like a diamond in the rough we plant flowers just to reroot their seeds.

Teach a class from a young age repetitive clutter just to mute their dreams.

Like a solider being trained to kill,

We are children being trained to kneel.

To began as a beggar and wait for an opportunity to build.

But I say to you with the confidence of God, you can manifest your guild

Without question we are made to fulfill a certain purpose.

No matter what path we chose, fate still makes our soul meaning our focus.

Time equates us from tarnish.

Time eliminates our lies in exchange for our promise.

Be honest, world.

Be real, heart.

Be true, world.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters πŸ’‹

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Reverse

If time went backwards we would all just repeat our mistakes.

Seeing our errors and mishaps at a snail pace.

So why not move forward, instead of living in the past?

Embrace the opportunity to create something beautiful that could forever last.

Either you build in the present or regret what’s next.

It’s like the universe, sending fallen stars down to earth so it’ll reset.

Living on the wave, that brings in the tide of wonder.

Breathing life into those whose vibration has weakly sundered.

Through the cries of our aura, may epoch awaken within us please.

To become the purpose we were all made to be.

And move swiftly through life’s ups and downs, like an Angel ineffable wings.

Painting the clouds with stories of their spiritual missions that are oblivion to you and me.

Be true, eyes.

Be real, love.

Be quick, mind.

Peace & Love Always 🌷

By: J. Peters 🌼🌻

Sleeping Awake

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Times seems to slip by me,
Leaving broken pieces ahead of my dream.
Forever contemplating  new beginnings and quick schemes.
Never a slickster, but impatience has dealt me in.
Leaving only hope within,
Clock steadily stuck on 6:40, closing in on 10
Turning back would be too early,
when I’m almost their, am I near the dream barely.
Obstacles come and go
No more putting my plans
On hold.
Eyes open while my mind is sleep
Future glows through the dark loose seams.

by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes